Dear Mary, yes, we are all disappearing bit by bit. I turned 78 last Friday, and it’s all ok. When you mentioned your grief at Pride tomorrow, no longer sharing it with Andrea? My profound loss, with John’s death, is that he never met our 3 grandchildren. I’m alone,
without my co-parent. So I have no one to share the anxiety of our girls being pregnant and the joy when they and their babies are safe and well.
Dear Mary, yes, we are all disappearing bit by bit. I turned 78 last Friday, and it’s all ok. When you mentioned your grief at Pride tomorrow, no longer sharing it with Andrea? My profound loss, with John’s death, is that he never met our 3 grandchildren. I’m alone,
without my co-parent. So I have no one to share the anxiety of our girls being pregnant and the joy when they and their babies are safe and well.
Oh, Dorothy. Thank you being so open about the hole in your life John’s death created. I appreciate your insights.
Hugs
Take all the time you need. I still have Denée’s socks in our sock drawer, almost 40 years later. Love from Fallengutter, MaryO.